Sunday, November 18, 2007

Thanks, day eighteen

My man was in Europe this morning, and now he's home! Smelling all smoky and stuff because tobacco is alive and well inside public buildings where he was. (I'm wondering if he read my post about my secret feelings on the smell of cigarettes?) So that's nice that he's home. We are all back together again. Of course he pretty much went straight to sleep since he had been up for a bajillion hours traveling. But bubba was so excited to see daddy he couldn't sit still, immediately got his appetite back and could not stop giggling.

My feelings about our reunion aside, allow me to repeat, he was in Europe this morning! How wild is that, how quickly we can travel? I love those travel days where your mind isn't caught up with your body yet since your body travels so darn fast. Being the self-absorbed American that I am, I have a tendency to think that other places in the world stop moving when I'm not looking at them. And having my man blow in all full of stories abut baguettes and jingling coins from other currencies reminds me that this is not true in the least.